Monthly Archives: September 2013

For the third time, I’m linking up with fellow blogger Emily Freeman and others to share with you a few of the things I learned this month. I do always look forward to these blog posts (though I can’t believe September is almost over!). Anyway, this is a collection of some of the things I’ve ...

I am from evergreens and cutting down Christmas trees in the backyard and carrying twice my age of firewood up the stairs. I am from bunk beds and sleigh beds. I am from the California of snow and mountains and desert summers and Tinkerbell Lane. Even when I don’t close my eyes at 4:30 p.m., ...

I want you to receive this. I’m holding a truth, an oh-so-delicate, important truth, and it’s for you. I know you need it, but you don’t see it, and we’re so different, and I know instinctively that the way I give it to you matters. Once I let go of it, there’s nothing more I ...

One month ago today, I pressed “publish” and started being a serious blogger. And by “serious blogger,” I don’t mean I started writing about serious things (though my blogs do tend to be about the deeper sides of life), but that I started taking blogging seriously by posting consistently. Having my own little corner of ...

I know a lot about the Tabernacle. The Brazen Altar. The Laver. The Table of Showbread. The Holy of Holies. Last year, I even participated in an intense, day-long spiritual experience involving Tabernacle imagery and coming to the altar. It brought the fulfilled Tabernacle to life on a spiritual level. On Sunday, I saw the ...

Having the introvert’s “rich, inner thought life” is like having a thick, beautiful blanket with you. It serves all sorts of purposes, of carrying and covering, of beautifying and reminding. It is the blanket you gather yourself into for warmth and comfort in the peace … and to find the peace. You let it envelop ...

After reading her book, I feel like I know Ally Vesterfelt. Even though I know she has a blog (and that I’ve been following said blog for months now) I was sad when the book-story ended, and I wanted to know more of what happened in her life between the end of book-story and now. ...

I had known for a while that I preferred my England journal with the swirls and the pretty birds to the smaller red one, all neat and prim with the typed KJV Bible verses on each page and “Christian art gifts” stamped on the back. For the longest time, though, I thought it was mostly ...

I’m happy. I really am. I started reading Emily Freeman‘s book Grace for the Good Girl right after I finished writing my last blog about masks and personas and people-pleasing, and even though I knew the book addressed all those things with a breathe of grace, I was surprised by how closely it mirrored my ...

I am not a person. I am a brand. The “Lizzie Brand” demands much and gives little in return, but it’s a drug that’s hard to quit. It calls itself well-rounded and holistic, but it’s unnatural and unsatisfying. It offers me a semblance of control, but instead controls me. Some of its effects look good, ...

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